‎The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes.

Come now, don't make such a funeral face. It isn't dying that's sad; it's living when you're not happy.

There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity.

Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.

The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.

While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.

‎The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes.